Mages Are Too OP

Roland watched from the side, but did not go in immediately.

He watched the father and son quarrel and watched them break up.

Before the middle-aged man rushed out of the yard, the conversation between the father and son went like this.

"Isn't it bad to put that money on Sopma?" the middle-aged man scolded: "Nana is just a girl, she will marry in the future, no matter how well she learns, how can she become a magician? "

"Sopma has no talent." Old Beckland scolded: "Nana has a talent for magic. Isn't a genius magician in our family better than a mediocre warrior?"

"As I said, she will marry sooner or later, and she will be named after someone outside." The middle-aged man roared, "Let's take these ten years of hard training and give it away as a dowry? I don't agree with you doing this. With that money, can't I eat and drink every day?"

"but……"

The middle-aged man reached out and interrupted: "Old man, don't say it, if you really want to do this, come by yourself. I will take Sopma out of this house, and I will train him by myself."

"you!"

Old Bakerum was so angry that his head almost fainted, he turned his body and supported the stone table beside him with his hands.

The middle-aged man snorted and walked away.

He opened the wooden door of the yard, only to see Roland standing outside, just about to get angry, but when he saw Roland wearing a magic robe, he lost his anger.

He dared to be cruel to his family, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful to the magician Roland.

He even laughed, nodded flatteringly at Roland, and passed by the latter sideways, a little timid and nervous.

Roland ignored him, went into the yard, and saw old Bakerum sitting on the stone bench, with the old woman following him along his back.

Roland stared at the child who was crawling around next to him. He always thought this was a boy, but he didn't expect it to be a girl.

However, the more head and the brain, the more like a boy.

"I'm making you laugh, Your Excellency." Old Bakerum said embarrassedly, "My son doesn't know much about the world, a typical Frenchman, who prefers sons to daughters, alas!"

Roland is not good at expressing opinions on other people's family affairs. He said, "I'll go to the third floor to rest for a while, so I won't disturb you."

"The quilt and sheets have been changed." Beckham smiled.

The old woman next to her also laughed, and Roland nodded.

He went up to the third floor and found that there was only one room, and then there was a large open-air balcony.

The bedding in the room was quite clean and smelled of sunshine mixed with the scent of soap clips.

Roland sat down and stretched.

Players do not need to sleep, but they do need to rest.

When in a rest state, the system will automatically help the player to adjust the fatigue value of the body.

This place is not suitable for magic experiments, there is no barrier protection, but if the magic fails, the whole small building will be smashed by magic power.

So he started going online.

500,000 players and millions of netizens are active on the forum, and there is everything they want to see here.

Roland was comfortable in the game, but in reality, there was an emergency meeting in the underground laboratory.

The person in charge sat on the podium and said solemnly: "A message has been sent from above. Comrade Huang Wenwei's affairs will be classified as a first-class secret in the future, and no one may leak it out, understand?"

All nodded.

If it can be said that deuterium and tritium can be extracted, so that Roland has a strong functional effect, then the hand-rubbing of nuclear bombs is completely a strategic-level humanoid weapon.

Of course, such a person cannot be known to outsiders, otherwise the whole world will be in an uproar.

"This is also to protect him." The person in charge continued: "There is also news above that let's find a way to transfer him to the northwest without causing Roland's disgust. If it doesn't work, give up. Roland's personal will is the most important."

There are many no-man's land in the northwest, which is very suitable for building large-scale underground laboratories.

In fact, many unknown scientific research results are completed in such places.

Everyone present understood that the above decision was very reasonable.

A nuclear bomb-level explosion, no matter how to reinforce the underground facilities, no matter how to prevent it, will cause a great shock.

This place is not far from the small town. A nuclear explosion is enough to cause strong vibrations in all nearby cities within two or three hundred kilometers.

A small earthquake can also be used to prevaricate once or twice.

How many times?

Not to cause panic.

So it is the most reasonable way to let Roland go to the no-man's land in the northwest.

"Isn't it better to persuade him to let a beautiful lesbian who is good at psychology play?"

The person in charge nodded: "We did consider this. But the problem is that the comrades in the intelligence department above, they have investigated the traces of Roland's life since childhood, as well as online speeches, downloaded content, etc., and they have drawn him. character map."

"This matter is confidential, but we all have the right and obligation to listen, so that we can better cooperate with him in the future."

The person in charge picked up a white, somewhat thick printed book at hand, with the words "Analysis of Huang Wenwei (Roland)'s Character and Ability" written on it.

"There's a lot of content in this book, and time is limited, so I can't read it all out." The person in charge patted the surface of the book and said with a smile, "But there is a summary at the back, you can listen to it."

Everyone subconsciously began to record the next content in their own way.

"Comrade Huang is first and foremost a Han Chinese with a slight ethnic tendency. Of course, it is not serious, and it will not make him hostile to the ethnic group or other races of skin color. Then his personal character is more rational and humble, and his actions tend to be normal people. Everyone also knows that there are no completely normal people in this world, there is only a saying that they tend to be normal people. Because no one dares to define what kind of character and data a completely normal person should have."

Everyone laughed.

What is a normal person? In line with the current society, people in the whole country have an average three-view perception, and they are considered normal people.

But society is changing.

In the society ten years ago and ten years later, the three common views of the people will change.

So there is only a 'trend', there is a general range, and there is no completely normal person, that's what it means.

"In terms of hobbies, I like to play games and read novels, which is in line with the interest characteristics of most modern teenagers." Speaking of which, the person in charge looked a little funny: "The comrades in the intelligence department also tracked him in recent years. Internet browsing , the downloaded Fusang love animation number."

There was a roar of laughter below.

The person in charge also held back a smile and continued after a while: "The top three action stars with the most downloads are as follows: XZMLY, WTL, LZLL. They have a common feature, that is, their secondary sexual characteristics are particularly majestic. "

There was another round of laughter.

A researcher who often watched the live broadcast shouted: "We already know this. It's no secret that Roland likes the murderer's wife."

The researchers laughed even more.

"This is only half right. Roland only likes the majestic secondary sexual characteristics, and the wife just happened to hit the muzzle of the gun. That is the queen that your game otaku often mentions in your mouth. She happens to be someone else's wife."

Some of the people in the conference room could not stand upright with laughter, and some were about to burst into tears.

The person in charge stopped for a long time, and he was also holding back his laughter. There was no other way. As a leader, if you laughed like this on the podium, it would be very unimpressive!

After waiting for a while, he said solemnly, "That's the problem."

Everyone immediately stopped laughing and became serious.

"The above originally wanted to send a few lesbians who are in good shape, in line with Comrade Huang's aesthetics, and good at psychology to help, and to observe and assist Comrade Huang's psychological state, so that he can experiment and grow in a more relaxed state." The person in charge sighed: "But the candidates came and went, and finally found a sad fact, none of our candidates are eligible. They are all too slender and lack a majestic mind."

When the person in charge said this, the corners of his mouth were twitching, in a state of being unable to laugh if he wanted to laugh.

Others don't have that much concern.

Another burst of laughter broke out in the conference room.

After laughing, a more nerdy researcher exclaimed: "Leader, this is not quite right, at least I have met several psychologists who are particularly good-looking and beautiful."

"Yes, there are, but they are either not high enough, or they are not political enough. Comrade Huang's secrecy level has increased, and the previous selection conditions are no longer applicable." The person in charge said helplessly: "So, the above is also quite embarrassed now. Yes, he asked us to find a way to do the work of Comrade Huang first, and they will send suitable psychologists over as soon as possible."

Everyone in the conference room understood what the person in charge meant.

I just want to find a way to have a good relationship with Roland.

Let him feel the warmth of the big family, and it will be easier to talk in the future.

It's not difficult. Although most of the researchers are not good at picking up girls, they are really good at getting along with men.

Because it's simple, as long as you and I talk about games, pornographic films, and politics, then we are good friends.

more direct.

Roland didn't know that he was being studied from head to toe.

In the game, it was already the next morning.

This town is very small, and it is impossible to have any mercenary guild, such as the assassin guild, which can be responsible for intelligence.

But that doesn't mean that there are no intelligence traffickers here.

It was still a tavern. Roland found the largest tavern in the town, found the bartender, put a silver coin in front of him, and said, "I want to know who has the best information in this town."

The bartender took the silver coins and said happily: "Of course it's old Bakerrum, he's the oldest guy in our town, and he's still very strong. He knows almost everything in the town. "

"Is there anyone else?" Roland asked.

Because these days, Beckham was not in the town. As a guide, he had to go outside to pick up the work.

Roland found him in another big city.

That was three days ago.

As for the magical aura left in the yellow muddy ground, it is estimated that it is only a matter of three or four days. Outside Bakerrum, he must not know.

"That's only Porisila from the potions shop." The bartender thought about it and said, "She likes to collect news from other people's homes, and she probably knows a lot of things that ordinary people don't know."

"How to find her?"

"On the west side of town, that's the tallest white-walled building. Now is the time for her to sell medicine, so she should be at home."

"Then have there been any strange people in town lately?"

The bartender looked at Roland.

Well... am I the only stranger here?

Roland left the tavern and found the white building on the west side of the town.

There was indeed a woman working with her back to the door.

There is a wooden sign at the door, which is very fresh, and it is estimated that it has just been replaced.

The sign reads: Zhenxi Magic Pharmacy.

Potions?

Alchemy potion?

Roland walked in and smelled a strong herbal smell.

"May I ask what the guests need..." The busy woman carrying Roland on her back turned around when she heard the voice. After seeing Roland's dress, she immediately stammered: "Your Excellency the mage, please... ask, what do you have... …do you need?"

There is no magic potion in this world, the correct name is 'alchemy potion'.

Generally speaking, alchemy potions are called potions, and they are all people who don't know much about magic, and are full of awe, lack of information, and low cultural quality.

Porisilla knew about alchemy potions, but when she was doing business with the farmers and women in this remote town, she had to cater to the market and call alchemy potions magic potions.

Roland walked to the counter and was a little surprised when he looked at the several medicines on it.

Lightness potion, strength potion, sickness potion, etc.

Although they are all low-level potions, and the effect is not expected to be good, because there is not much magic power.

But this is indeed a finished medicine, not a fake, the formula is correct.

The reason why the quality is not high is because the magical power in this woman is too small.

Less than one percent of Roland's.

It is already very powerful to be able to inject mixed magic power into the potion. Don't ask for the essence of the magic power and the amount of it.

"The potion is well done! You used to be a magic apprentice?" Roland looked at the woman and asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The woman calmed down, she bent down and dared not look at Roland: "I became a magic apprentice when I was fifteen years old. Because of my poor qualifications, I never became an official mage. At the age of twenty-seven When I was kicked out of the magic tower by my mentor, now I can only make a living by making potions."

"I'm here to ask you something."

"Your Excellency, please say that as long as I know, I will never hide it."

Most magic apprentices, even if they can't become full-fledged mages, are still enthusiastic about the profession of mages.

Even more frenzied than the average person.

Because they are in a state of ‘thinking they can touch it, but haven’t touched it yet’.

It is this state that makes them quite fanatical about their goals, always thinking that they will succeed if they try harder.

Under the frenzy, they have a feeling of inferiority and admiration for the real mage.

Just like a licking dog hanging from green tea, the latter always thinks that he is about to succeed, and that he can achieve his goal with a little more effort.

Then it's even better for green tea.

"Do you know what unusual things have happened in the town recently? Especially related to the special yellow mud field in the east of the town."

Porisila's expression immediately became excited: "I knew that there was something wrong with that place! Your Excellency, you don't know, three days ago, late at night, I was at home and felt a strange magic in the town, so I took courage. Look over there, guess what I found?"

"Please speak." Roland put a silver coin on the table.

Borisilla didn't take it, she said excitedly: "I saw a elf! A naked elf."

Roland: Huh?

Ps: I recommend Cangzhi's "This Is a Miracle", a brand new world view, a novel brain hole, this is really not magic, this is a miracle.